Part 2 in the dating series…
Last Saturday night was The Tree’s turn at a date!
If you remember, I’d gotten a funny feeling about the guy perhaps stringing me along.
Previously, we’d gone on two pretty perfect dates, the 2nd one ending in insanely delicious kisses in the stairwell of my building. However, after the 2nd wonderful date and the planning of a 3rd date, he broke our appointment, telling me that he’d forgotten that he had to watch his son that night. It didn’t set well with me for some reason - my intuition warning bells were going off, but it really was no biggie. I mean, how can one argue or get bent out of shape over someone who needed to watch their kid?
Regardless, after several days of little contact, he finally made an official rain check date with me for Saturday night. We decided to go to dinner and a movie. You can’t get more date-y than that, right? And suddenly, all seemed right again.
In fact, the date went off without a hitch and couldn’t have been better. We went for cocktails and then to see Deepwater Horizon, the movie about the BP oil spill, which I thought was a perfect choice for an environmental guy. I told him that he could help translate the movie if necessary since he’s an expert and knows the lingo and probably much of the ins and outs of that disaster. He did. I was impressed.
The theater was one of those places where you can have dinner inside the theater and has really luxurious bucket seats that were perfect for kind of leaning back and over, touching, and even kissing. The guy sure has his moves down. I’m not used to that much affection, but believe me, I was eating it up so much more than I was eating dinner, that’s for sure!
After dinner/drinks/movie, it was late. He drove back to my place and was interested in a repeat of the now-infamous (to me!) Stairwell Situation, and who was I to argue! As much as I was turned off by the Futhermucker the night before, I was completely stimulated by the thought of doing this with The Tree. Why is that?
Of course, it got hot and steamy very quickly, and The Tree suggested we move it to my apartment, and on the one hand I’d spent a good portion of the day cleaning my apartment (scrubbing, clean sheets, tidying up the messy corners…) JUST in case, but on the other hand there was still a niggling feeling in the back of my mind that told me I needed to get to know him better.
So I turned down the suggestion, and we took it to a sofa in one of the community areas of the building where it turned into something that felt like a teenage mug-face session all over again. We got to a point where we either needed to end it or get a room (even though there was absolutely no one around), and he told me that he’d “wait”, and since he brought it up, I told him that if we were to do it, I just know myself and I know I’d fall in love and I’m not ready for that. He seemed fine with that answer, but it was definitely time to end what we were doing at that point.
As we walked down the stairs to say goodbye, there was one more super steamy moment in which he turned around on the stairwell on the lowest step and I stayed on the step above him, which put us in a PERFECT position for one last DRAMATIC kiss. It turned into the kiss that lasted forever and included much groping and hands everywhere. He then took my hand and placed it on his jeans so that I could feel…well, the only fitting description is that there was a tree trunk growing down there! It practically took my breath away. I mean, DAMN.
It was all we could do to pull away from each other, and he wanted to know when he could see me again. He invited me over to his place again to give it another try. I told him I didn’t know if that was such a great idea, and he told me that there wouldn’t be ANY pressure, that he just wanted to show me his place before he sells it (he wants a smaller place…which leads me to believe that he may have lived with someone until recently…whatev).
And then it was goodnight. He left.
I received a Tree Text about 20 minutes later telling me that he’d made it home safely and he thanked me for a wonderful evening.
I texted him back, thanking him back and telling him that the night left me really tingly.
He then texted back something about how he “can’t wait to make love” to me…which left me feeling kind of funny because I always think that’s such a cheesy thing to say.
So yeah, my intuition was sending me really mixed signals. I mean, what do you do when everything in your body SCREAMS, “DO ME RIGHT NOW!!!”
And yet, your brain is saying, “Something seems shady about this Tree”???
more to follow…
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